Page 72 of Faking It
Jesus. Those words alone scare me. “What do you mean?”
“Sit tight on this. I need to make some phone calls and see if I can get something rolling for tomorrow. Then I need to—”
“Robert?”
“You’re gonna love it!”
The call disconnects.
And I groan.
The man really is going to be the death of me.
“Robert?” Harlow asks and then hisses when she takes her first sip of her coffee.
“How’d you guess?”
“The groan. The look on your face. Your protests. Those all might have given me a hint.” She sits on the arm of the couch. “He’s a sweetheart though.”
“Is that what you call it?” I chuckle a self-deprecating laugh.
“He is. Be nice to him. He’s harmless.”
Leave it to a woman to fall for his harmless routine when I know damn well how calculating he can be.
“You wouldn’t call him that if he was calling you every other day trying to meddle.”
“What I don’t understand is if he’s that much of a pain in your ass, then why did you ever let him invest in the first place?”
I stare at her for a beat, tempted to tell her to stop speaking before I make a stupid decision and let her in on what’s going on.
“It’s complicated,” I murmur.
“Most good things are.”
“I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL him.”
Jack’s laugh rings through the phone and I know my best friend is taking some kind of sick pleasure in watching this all play out.
“It’s just one little reality TV-like bit.”
“Do I look like I want to be on reality-TV?” I ask.
“I can’t see you through the phone, but the ladies love you so if there is some kind of vote off the island type thing, you’re probably safe.”
“This isn’t funny.” I stare at the screen again, TRUST ROPES BONDING COURSE, where Robert made an appointment for one this afternoon.
Christ.
“It kind of is. What’s that saying about when lies catch up to you?”
“When lies catch up with you, you punch your best mate in the face? You mean that one?” I ask more than frustrated at the message I woke up to today from Robert. The one I haven’t even gotten a chance to tell Harlow about yet because she’s off getting her nails done and isn’t answering.
“Maybe it’ll be fun,” Jack says.
“Fun?” I laugh and run a hand through my hair. The thought alone has me sweating through this damn shirt. “Dangling from ropes high in the air and trusting that Harlow is going to catch me if I fall isn’t exactly the most comforting of feelings.”
“I sure hope you’ve treated her well or else… oops, she might forget to catch you.”
